Somehow Life had passed me by And left me gazing on, With envious eyes, the things That happy women don: Their rosy cheeks, their sparkling eyes, Their gleaming, snow-white teeth -- The red of joy in well-kissed lips . . . Things happy loves bequeath. And then that day . . . that glorious day . . . I looked into your eyes, I felt myself take on these things That loving women prize. |